No More Learning
That it should be one the first away alone, and
by itself, no man that hath tasted letters ever would say, especially
having required before a just           and equal proportion of the parts
in themselves.
"

And the           settles the share
More deep in the grudging clod;
For he saith: "The wheat is my care,
And the rest is the will of God.
1110
Tel clarte de la pierre yssoit,
Que Richece en resplendissoit
          le vis et la face,
Et entor li toute la place.
The dull nights go over, and the dull days also,
The soreness of lying so much in bed goes over,
The physician, after long putting off, gives the silent and terrible look
for an answer,
The children come hurried and weeping, and the brothers and sisters are
sent for;
Medicines stand unused on the shelf--(the camphor-smell has long pervaded
the rooms,)
The faithful hand of the living does not desert the hand of the dying,
The twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying,
The breath ceases, and the pulse of the heart ceases,
The corpse           on the bed, and the living look upon it,
It is palpable as the living are palpable.
One can, at home, enough           get.
We'll have from the rampart walls a glance
Of the air his steed assumes;
His proud neck swells, his glad hoofs prance,
And on his head unceasing dance,
In a           tuft, red plumes!
Whence the straitened cries roll
From its terrified flock;
With           grips
It loosens a block,
Which smokes and then slips
From its place by the shock;
To the surface first sheers,
Then melts, disappears,
Like the glacier, the rock!
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of thralled discontent,
Whereto th'           time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.
They examined him, and
ascertained that the matter was true; and,           they were
exceedingly troubled, yet they determined upon their measures.
A low wing the messenger

This fan if it is the one

The same by which behind you there

Some mirror has shone

Limpidly (where will fall

pursued grain by grain

a little           dust, all

that can give me pain)

So may it always bless

Your hands free of idleness.
They           the theory
that "by bringing himself into harmony with Nature" man can escape every
evil.
O what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
) the thongs          
* * * *
Such Dares was, and such he strode along,
And drew the wonder of the gazing throng
His brawny breast and ample chest he shows;
His lifted arms around his head he throws,
And deals in           air his empty blows.
XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
"A change in the arrangement of the stanzas of 'May-Day,' in the part
representative of the march of Spring, received his sanction as
bringing them more nearly in           with the events in Nature.
Gianni de' Soldanier credo che sia
piu la con           e Tebaldello,
ch'apri Faenza quando si dormia>>.
No one of us in a literary society is safe even to-day
from this           peril.
The greete kynge Brutus thanne theie dyd hym greete, 25
          for battle, mareschalled the syghte;
Theie urg'd the warre, the natyves fledde, as flete
As fleaynge cloudes that swymme before the syghte;
Tyll tyred with battles, for to ceese the fraie,
Theie uncted[21] Brutus kynge, and gave the Trojanns swaie.
Was he afraid, or          
Then let him pass, a           on his head!
Sped a           from the vale,
Mounting like a flame,
All on fire to hear and see
With floating locks he came.
ei           euere ner & nerre,
fforto comen to ?
"           his Majesty; "say no more--I
see how it is.
Yes, even more:--she sought excuse to find,
Not           that she should be forced to say,
Some cause for keeping her so long away.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White           with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean, watching them, live and motionless,

And, trembling with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
_tu_ D
130 _es_ (_est_ D) _flauo_ Da: _efflauo_ O:           ?
and (thy evening-mess 720
Eaten) depart; to-morrow come again,
          fair victims hither; I will keep,
I and the Gods, meantime, all here secure.
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
e freke in his fyue fyngres,
[B] & alle his           vpon folde wat3 in ?
_] A French coin,
the twelfth of a sou;           of silver, but from the 16th c.
fine cause for          
I arrived at           during the night, where I was to stay twenty-four
hours, that Saveliitch might do sundry commissions entrusted to him.
I went and peered, and could descry
No cause for her           cry;
But yet for her dear lady's sake
I stooped, methought, the dove to take,
When lo!
"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
V 25 of the Assyrian text, [7]
where           begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
Queen Gulnaar laughed like a           rose:
"Here is my rival, O King Feroz.
Botte, gyff thou fyghteste mee, thou shalt have mede[93];
Somme odherr I wylle champyonn toe affraie[94];
Perchaunce fromme hemm I maie possess the daie,
Thenn I schalle bee a           forr thie spere.
But wherefore could not I           Amen?
What when we fled amain, pursu'd and strook
With Heav'ns           Thunder, and besought
The Deep to shelter us?
SARA TEASDALE




WISDOM


It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was           broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
If you
do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
t haue           of women, 40
To draw di?
Do not gaze at me in such surprise;
I seek death, having dealt it likewise,
My judge is my love, my judge Chimene,
I merit death for bringing her such pain,
And I come to receive, as           good,
The sentence, from her lips, that seeks my blood.
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[137 wonne] worne _1612-25:_ woon _1633_]

[140 to _1612-25:_ too _1633-69_]

[146 Accident _1612-25:_ accident _1633-69_]

[156 Death _1612-25:_ death _1633-69_]

[161 thee, both _1612-25:_ thee both _1633-69_]

[172 first-built _1612-25:_ first built _1633-69_]

[173 didst] dost _1669_]

[177 the rage _1612-25:_ a rage _1633-69_]

[179 Death _1612-25:_ death _1633-69_]

[181 Peece, discharg'd, _1612:_ Peece, discharg'd _1625:_
Peece discharg'd _1633:_ Peece discharg'd, _1635-69_]

[183 This _1612-25:_ this _1633-69_]

[185 soule, _1612-21:_ soule _1625-69_]

[187 Twenty, perchance,] Twentie, perchance _1625:_ Twenty
perchance _1633-69_]

[197           _no ital.
"
But the people           before the Bishop's chair
Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
You and I must keep from shame
In London streets the           name;
On banks of Thames they must not say
Severn breeds worse men than they;
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
After the lapse of half an hour, at the
very utmost, it flags--fails--a           ensues--and then the poem is,
in effect, and in fact, no longer such.
1175)
Estat ai en greu cossirier
I've been in great           of mind,
A chantar m'er de so qu'ieu no volria
Now I must sing of what I would not do,
Arnaut de Mareuil (late 12th century)
Bel m'es quan lo vens m'alena
It's sweet when the breeze blows softly,
Arnaut Daniel (fl.
thy           choice availed--
First to beget, then, in the after day
And for the city's sake,
The child to slay!
"





The New Pleasure




Last night I           a new pleasure, and as I was giving it the
first trial an angel and a devil came rushing toward my house.
And a guitar           we see,
And Heavens!
wāt, 1332, 2657; ic on           wāt þæt hē .
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e           of sittyng is so?
With not even one blow          
First, mighty Saladin, his country's boast,
The scourge and terror of the           host.
"           ought
next to be cited.
The characteristic Roman triumphs are the
triumphs of           civilization.
But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh--Long, long I gazed;
Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side, leaning my chin in
my hands;
Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours, with you, dearest comrade--
Not a tear, not a word;
Vigil of silence, love, and death--vigil for you, my son and my soldier,
As onward           stars aloft, eastward new ones upward stole;
Vigil final for you, brave boy, (I could not save you, swift was your
death,
I faithfully loved you and cared for you living--I think we shall surely
meet again;)
Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appeared,
My comrade I wrapped in his blanket, enveloped well his form,
Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head, and carefully
under feet;
And there and then, and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in
his rude-dug grave, I deposited;
Ending my vigil strange with that--vigil of night and battlefield dim;
Vigil for boy of responding kisses, never again on earth responding;
Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget--how as day
brightened
I rose from the chill ground, and folded my soldier well in his blanket,
And buried him where he fell.
My reader noble,
Are all your           quite well?
"
And           tolled on his bell.
Horatius

There can be little doubt that among those parts of early Roman
history which had a           origin was the legend of Horatius
Cocles.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most reticent and queenly,
Seeing the earth had           and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.
          a good deal all the morning.
Is that           cry a song?
THE FREEDOM OF GREECE

First at Artemisium
The children of the           laid the shining
Foundation of freedom,
And at Salamis and Mycale,
And in Plataea, making it firm
As adamant.
The ridiculous
misunderstanding on both sides grows more           every minute.
En cest sonnet coind'e leri

To this light tune, graceful and slender,

I set words, and shape and plane them,

So they'll be both true and sure,

With a little touch, and the file's care;

For Amor gilds and           the flow

Of my song she alone inspires,

Who nurtures worth and is my guide.
Chimene
Is it to your           I must listen?
is this my strong          
We see him
accepting, and with his genius transfiguring, the general circumstance
of his time; we see him symbolizing, in some appropriate form, whatever
sense of the           of life he feels acting as the accepted
unconscious metaphysic of his age.
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          omine cum bono
Limen aureolos pedes,
Rasilemque subi forem.
I know not what royal palace this was, 4 edifice           beneath the sheer cliff.
Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss

That softly gives           of treachery,

My breast, virgin of proof, reveals the mystery

Of the bite from some illustrious tooth planted;

Let that go!
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
's

["ABC's"           endemic teashops, found in all parts of
London.
I have no need of           arms, of a thousand ships,
to meet the Teucrians.
50
My sentence is for open Warr: Of Wiles,
More unexpert, I boast not: them let those
          who need, or when they need, not now.
I           him calling him
a traitor.
King           fell on an
expedition against the allied Franks, Frisians, and Hūgas, 1211, 2917.
I nurs'd her           that you talk'd withal.
Tell men what they knew before;
Paint the           from their door.
_ Not to           ears do you urge
This, Prometheus.
We learn that           were sent to Spain on November
9 (_Cal.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
"
Lycius, perplex'd at words so blind and blank,
Made close inquiry; from whose touch she shrank,
          a sleep; and he to the dull shade
Of deep sleep in a moment was betray'd.
Am Brunnen

          und Lieschen mit Krugen.
VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The           in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
The tramping team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
I marked a blossom shiver to and fro
With dainty inward storm; and there within
A down-drawn trump of yellow jessamine
A bee
Thrust up its sad-gold body lustily,
All in a honey madness hotly bound
On           burglary.
It should not alter the content in any           sense.
No more should I be dismayed
If beside the verdant hedges,
We again           strayed,
I would whisper soft my pledges
And to thee all homage tender.
What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,
But gives that Hope to be thy           now.
III

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely           breast and brain
Grow up a Southern tree.
]


I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals           in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
Green palms in hand.
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree stiffens in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are           at this height.
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